[i]The knightess froze into place for a moment, deciding to turn to face the young woman whom had spoken.[/i] [i]Of course, "Anne" was worried. "Anne" was terrified. Why wouldn't she be?[/i] [i]Her best friend, the woman she loved, and the one whom she had left for a dying fire. It made her feel sick in her stomach, as if she could rip off her helmet and puke in her own self disgust. It was horrible, to her at least.[/i] "...Thank you, my lady.." [i]She spoke once more, her voice muffled by the barbuta helmet upon her head. The elven man looked over, recognizing the expressions with both almost immediately before leaving. He even beckoned to the other woman to look away, bringing her into a conversation.[/i]